alright, time to try and catch up. At work and had to make some deliveries. And Rob, have fun feeding the little one, it was one of my favorite things. My girl is 4, fixing to be 5, and instead of the the glory days of apple and bananna puree that she ate every bit of it's arguing about chicken nuggets "I don't like chicken nuggets" "YES YOU DO, YOU ATE THEM LAST WEEK AND LOVED THEM!"...damn kids
IC: Oh, now Mike Muir's gonna whip my ass too. Oh boy, lemme tell you how bad I'm shakin' in my boots. I got robots and lil' delusional men after me, let's throw in lions, tigers, and bears and make this a real fantasy dream land. Now, let's get back to reality folks. Doom, I've already done more in this business than you ever will. I've competed in Horrorcore, I've won belts, I've whipped ass, I've traveled the world. You are gonna be just another notch in my belt after I get done with you, you can take that to the bank. Best control, alt, delete, and reboot yer system and maybe you'll come to yer senses before I unplug yer ass permanently. And Mikey boy, you'll have to remind me who the fuck you are exactly. I mean, you talk like you are supposed to be somebody to me, did you bag up my groceries one time or somethin'? Maybe brought me my tab at a bar? If not you best figure out yer next career cause I'll snap that fuckin' chicken wing of yours without hesitation. And you might want to get yourself tested, I've heard there's fish swimmin' in your girls' water if you catch my drift. Now if y'all will excuse me, it's just about beer thirty and time is a'wastin'